Ishmael took one last look over their shoulder, the harbor they grew up in slowly fading along the horizon. They finally made their dream come true, to sail across the open ocean, to navigate a path for generations to come. Ishmael reaches into their pocket, digging out their favorite treasure. A small golden compass lies there in their open palm, the four cardinal directions shifting from the slow rock of the ship. They look up to the sky, billowing clouds and rays of sunshine as far as the eye can see.